The W(h)ine Hour..

Every household has one…the whine hour. It’s those bewitching hours between approximately 5 and 8pm in the evening when the kids go crazy and moms across the world lose their minds completely. It doesn’t matter if you have babies, toddlers, kids, tweens, or teens; those hours of dinner/homework/bath time/ bedtime can just about do a momma in. What is a girl to do? It’s simple and brilliant actually, just slip in a little wine of your own! Now, I’m not suggesting anyone down a bottle of whiskey everyday between the hours of 5 and 8, in fact if you do that you will have a few whine hours of your own the next morning. Basically, a little wine during the whine hours will keep you out of the padded cell at the local cookoo house where people will walk by and peek in your little window and say things like “aww, poor mom has lost her marbles” and “hmmm, now that’s a crazy one right there, sits in there all day and hits herself over the head with a Barbie and a hotwheel”. Don’t smirk, it can happen.

So, enjoy the tales of my whine hour, and how I survive each and everyone of one of them with a sense of humor and a good bottle of wine! After all, the whine hour comes around every single day, a girl has to be prepared!


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Tuesday, March 1st...We've come a long way, baby!

A few days away with no whining, but still a little "wine"ing is not a bad thing at all! We did a little skiing (very little for me),  had some yummy food and lots of laughs.   At one point I looked at Bud and said, "Hey, I remember you, we have a lot of fun together!"  It's nice to be reminded that there is more to myself than just "mommy". ;)

On Sunday, I spent most of the day skiing with Donkey (my brother-in-law) and budders (my nephew).  Budders will turn 3 on March 17th, and he is about the cutest thing I have ever seen on the mountain.  Skiing with the little people has always been my absolute favorite!  For about 9 years, I spent every ski trip teaching one of our kids how to ski.  It's a complete mystery to me that I can teach 3 boys how to ski, but can't really ski myself.  The situation is best stated by the little one last year as he went flying by me, "don't be a weenie mom, this isn't that hard."  Key word in that sentence is "weenie".  My days of skiing with my little people are over. ;)   My new little ski friend, who calls me Aunt Party or Princess Party depending on the day, has a similar approach to skiing...point skis downhill and go!  And, I mean GO, NOWWWW!  The kid has ZERO fear, none, nada, the faster the better is his motto.  Donkey has a little harness thing on him that keeps them a few feet apart, otherwise he would be at the bottom before we even got our skis on!  You know that saying "keep them on a short leash"?  Yep, that's what we're talking about here.  I am immediately impressed by how well he controls his ski's for an almost 3 year old, he's got great balance and is making some good turns to control his speed.  That lasted about 2 minutes and then he decided dad was just not going fast enough for his liking.  "Safety first partner" was not the answer this little ripper was looking for.  What happened next can only be described as a full fledged on mountain meltdown; body flailing, yelling, ski stomping, the works!  He even thru in the noodle legs, you know when the legs seemingly have no muscle or bones?  You can not imagine how entertaining I am finding this whole scene playing out in front of me.  People are skiing by us staring, Budders is flailing and Donkey's just calmly waiting it out.  I am laughing...hard! :))  I have so been there and done that, so many times!  When the middle was 4, and skied down the entire mountain chanting at the top of his lungs, "I want a wedgie, I want a wedgie" because his edgie wedgie had broken.  When I had to carry that same kid down a 4 mile run because he just couldn't go one more second.  Towing any of the three them with my pole across the flat parts...painful.  When the little one would not ski more than 2 feet without falling down on purpose, and then at my offer of help would yell at me, "jerk a**".  Ah, good times....good times.  I was yanked out of my revelry pretty quickly, as the on mountain melt wrapped up about as fast as it started.  Nothing a few skittles can't fix! ;)  The little guy is a beast on the mountain, and had a huge grin on his long as we were going fast enough! ;)  

Later that afternoon when we had met up with everyone else, I was telling Bud about my funny day on the mountain.  Together we laughed about some of the things our kids have done on our family ski trips; some funny, others embarrassing, and even some that were just picture perfect moments in our family's life.   Suddenly, it occurred to me, "We've come a long way, baby!"  It's so easy to get wrapped up in the craziness of what is happening right now that I forget how far we've already come with these boys.  So many stages have come and gone, and yet still so many more to look forward to!

Shortly after we arrived home Bud asks the big one what his driver is doing in the laundry room.  The big one calmly replies, "I was trying to hit the middle with it, he threw an egg at me."  Bud, just as calmly, says back, "You should use one of your irons for that, the face of that driver will cave in."  What?  I think I can add that to the list of reasons I don't fit in here. ;) All I could think was, I hope someone cleaned up that egg! ;)

The wine of the day is Little Penguin Shiraz.  It seemed appropriately winter themed for the previous few days escapades.  Anyway, who doesn't love a cute little penguin?  The penguins have coined one of my most loved pieces of advice, "Just smile and wave and wave."  So applicable in so many situations! :)

Happy Tuesday!

No comments: